We were curled up spooning in bed last night. My ass pressed tightly into his hard cock. It was nice and warm and comforting, but I wasn’t feeling very hot. I loved the contact, and the cuddling. Then he reached out and encircled my wrists with his hands. That caused my cunt to immediately twitch.
Well.
I’ve been fascinated by bondage and sexual submission for as long as I can remember even thinking about sex. I suspect those stories are for blog posts another day.
Recently a paper was published demonstrating that volunteers were able to withstand pain for longer when they cursed versus when they said a non-sense word.
What is clear,” Stephens told Reuters, “is that swearing elicits both an emotional response and a physical one, too. This response could shed light on why the age-old practice of cursing developed, and still is in existence today.
Maybe we should try this here at home. Can I withstand a paddling better when cursing than when not? Hey, middle of a heat wave, all the windows are shut. What better time to be loud than when all the windows are closed.
The weekend turned out to be a whole lot busier than I expected. We did a bucket of shopping, visited the colo to grab a server, cooked a very yummy pair of meals, and had time for a quickie.
Amazingly enough, getting stuff done was not on the list, but I’m feeling accomplished today. On top of that, sometime during the day on Friday my libido snuck up behind me and hit me on the ass. *wiggle* No, really. I am wandering around craving contact and sex and ropes and cuffs and naked bodies and slippery skin. I’ve even been looking for sexy outfits that I wear for all of about 20 minutes.
The thing is, sometimes my shyness (and, yes, I am still sometimes shy even with the man who first saw me naked in 1998) means I can’t decide if showing up wearing leather cuffs and not much else will be well received. It’s stupid, I know it will be well received. But…
Yeah. I just need to do it.
*wink*
The month hasn’t gotten any less stressful since I last posted. It’s finally Friday and I don’t have anything to do for the next day or two. It’s a weird feeling, not having to actually do anything.
In addition to being busy and stressful, I’ve also had a lot of responsibility. I am somewhat of a control freak, so the responsibility isn’t bad, but in terms of my sex drive and libido it can be. When I get like this, I can’t shut my brain off enough to really get into sex.
I’m sitting here, though, fantasizing about the thought of being tied down. Flogging. Limit pushing. A place to physically struggle and thrash around. Work off this nervous, stressed energy.
The strange thing is, if asked I’d say I didn’t want this. I don’t want to have to give up the control I’ve been holding over myself the last few months. I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want it.
Except I do want someone to take it from me. To lose myself in the moment and only have to do what I’m told. To drown in sensation. To drop the rational part of my mind, just for a little while.
The thought makes me hot, even as it scares me.